by Nomi Small
Every Monday morning I intern at Portland Homeless Family Solution’s day shelter, Thirteen Salmon. I take the bus and arrive about 15 minutes before the shelter opens. In those 15 minutes, I’ve noticed something very striking.
Teal sweater cardigan
I stand at the door to Thirteen Salmon.
The guests- eight homeless families- will arrive soon.
Fathers lead daughters no taller than my knee to the French prep school next door.
Cindy combs Kenny’s bushy Mohawk.
Braids tightly pulled back with ribbons to match the uniform.
Fathers personally drop off their daughters.
Kenny regularly misses the bus.
I stand between two worlds.
The pleats never meet the t-shirts.
I divide the Toyotas from the pedestrians.
Do they know that they’re neighbors?